Wednesday,
February 27, 2008

A peek behind the curtain

If you've ever wondered what I'm doing when I pen these little bon mots, I can tell you -- it varies. Sometimes I have Lyndon in the kitchen behind me, making something to eat and telling me about his day (that's how our funnier conversations will wind up in an entry). Sometimes he's sitting in the recliner across from me, chuckling at some email or flamewar while I bang away on the keyboard and we listed to something we've Tivo'ed. Sometimes I'm all by myself, but that's rare.

And sometimes, like today, I have a cat sitting in a sling made from my t-shirt, with the hem grasped in my teeth as demonstrated at left. Well, I say "a cat" when it's always Jordan -- JJ is much too laid-back to need this kind of codependent closeness. As long as he can sprawl at my feet or stretch out along the back of the sofa and stare at me adoringly, JJ is good.

As for the sling, yeah, I know it looks ridiculous, but sometimes it's the only way I can get Jordan to leave me the hell alone for a couple of minutes while I churn out an entry. I have no idea what his foster mom did to him before we adopted him, but I can only assume it included a LOT of cuddling, carrying about and general physical contact because man, this is one needy feline.

Although it is sort of cute when he curls up, sticks his head under the hem and snoozes.

Hugo ballots away!

In other general writing news, I've marked up and mailed off my Hugo ballot. I kept hoping that I'd get the PIN so that I could vote electronically, but it never arrived and I didn't want to wait any longer -- as it was, I shelled out for Express Mail to make damn sure it got there before midnight on Saturday, because I would feel awfully damn stupid if my own novella missed making the ballot by one bloody vote.

Speaking of that, fingers crossed that Sabre Dance makes it into the Novella category -- not only would I do the Moldavian Dance of Joy, but I think it would tickle Selina Rosen to no end.

And because I'm m/o/n/e/y/g/r/u/b/b/i/n/g the sharing type

I've decided to run an experiment and have some of my electronically printed short fiction available for purchase from AnthologyBuilder.com. Their contract is reasonable, I can pull the stuff at any time, and hey, I may actually make some more money on the pieces, which is always good.

So if you've ever wanted "Bartok and the Unicorn", "That Time of the Month" or "The Padre, the Rabbi and the Devil His Own Self" in printed format, you now know where to go. No, don't thank me -- I'm the giving kind, you know.

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